AN: I have to thank to Writingismypassion for editing this chapter. Thank you very much. Also review please.
Anne finally packed all the things she would need while in France. She was very excited because she missed French court. A few times she met with the king and they had gone hunting and just walking through the garden. When they did these things they were never alone because the King wanted to protect Anne's reputation. When they had seen each other the last time King had kissed her and unlike the last time she didn't run away. By now she was completely in love with the king. At the present moment she held a letter that she had gotten from the Princess Mary in her hand and she was read it.
'My dearest friend,
I heard you are to go to France. I know you are very excited but I have to say I will miss you greatly. As I heard my father is finalizing the divorce and I will soon be a bastard. I can't describe you how sad that makes me feel. He once called me the 'Pearl of his world' and now I am nothing but a bastard to him. My mother told me about her plan and you must know that I support you. For you are good and virtuous women.
You're Friend
Princess Mary,'
Once Anne had finished reading the letter she placed it on her desk. She called her ladies to help her dress, for she is to become Marques.
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Henry watched as Jane came in to the Great Hall. He thought she looked like an absolutely angelic. She was wearing a blue grown that matched her eyes and her beautiful blonde hair was shining. Yes, Jane Seymour was a beautiful woman; however she now no long held his heart. He hoped that she will do her duty and bear him a son. Jane knelt in front of him as the ceremony began. When she raised to her feet some time later she was no longer simple lady Jane Seymour, but Marques of Hertford. She smiled at him and he returned the smile with one of his on. Soon Anne Boleyn came in. She was dressed in a fiery red grown that made her look like a Queen. Her dark hair was pulled up into a bun. Her seductive smile enchanted him. However the king wasn't the only one. Half the Court looked at her as if she a breathing Goddess. Yes, they looked at her.
However Anne's eyes were on Henry only which caused Henry's heart to beat faster as she came closer to him. When she knelt in front of him and looked at him with those perfect eyes Henry found he couldn't move just stare at him. Henry found himself wishing he had met her before he met Jane so she could become his queen and not Jane. However he wished that could have happen he was stuck in reality where he couldn't. Someone's cough brought him out of his thoughts and he started the ceremony. Soon enough Anne was the Marques of Pembroke. Once all ceremonies were over the feasting started
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Jane was happy that Henry had decided to dance with her first and not the Boleyn harlot. Finally he was showing her some affection. She was very sad when Henry told her that Lady Anne is to come to France with them and she too was to perform in the masque. It looked like he was spending more time with Anne then with her. Jane had a feeling that she would have him back once she told him her little secret. Her family had advised her to tell him in France. Jane couldn't wait to see his reaction. He would forget about the Boleyn woman in an instant.
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While Henry danced with Jane he kept looking to Anne who was talking to few gentlemen of the court. All of them seemed to be enchanted by her. He couldn't help that he started to become jealous. Once the dance was finished he gently kissed Jane on the lips and left to find Anne. When Anne and her friends noticed him they all curtseyed to him. Henry pulled Anne up.
"My Lady Marques of Pembroke I have to talk to you. Will you follow me?" Henry asked.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Anne answered. They exited the Great Hall.
"Where are we going your Majesty?" Anne asked. Henry turned toward her and smashed his lips to hers. Their tongues battled for dominance for some times. After some time Henry finally won. Once he won he started to kiss Anne's neck.
"I love your neck," he mumbled against the soft flesh, his hand wander down to her b*** and gently cupped them. Anne felt dizzy, never had she experienced such pleasure. "I want you Anne. I want you all for myself." Henry mumbled against her soft lips. They continued kissing until they heard someone's steps. Quickly they separated. Anne tried to fix her hair and dress. The person whose steps they had heard was Charles Brandon.
He bowed to the king and said. "Your Majesty I'm very sorry if I have interrupted something but Marques of Hertford is looking for you."
"I'm coming," Henry said and he kissed Anne's hand.
When he was sure the king can no longer hear them Charles said. "He is enchanted by you."
"As I'm with him," Anne answered.
"Queen will be proud of you."
"I hope so, but Your Grace I'm not doing this only for Her Majesty, but also for myself because I am in love with king."
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Two days Henry was the happier than ever. His divorce was finalized, he was free man now. He couldn't wait to marry and sire an heir. Of course he would have loved he could have married Anne, but he had given his word to Jane. While Henry was celebrating Katherine sobbed heartbroken. Charles had come to inform her that her marriage ended and that Mary was declared a bastard Her sweet Mary was a bastard, she couldn't even imagine that. Charles also informed her that Henry is in love with Anne, but he still intends to marry Jane. She hoped that Anne will try to do best for Mary.
Seymour's were delighted the King finally divorced his Spanish wife. Now he can marry Jane and she can give him a son. They will be the most powerful family in the country. Their only problem now was Anne Boleyn. She was stealing the king's affection away from Jane. For now they only hoped she wouldn't become his mistress because of her devotion to Katherine.
Mary was silently crying in her room. Her beloved father declared her a bastard. He, who had once called her 'his pearl,' now he saw her as nothing more than a bastard. She was now Lady Mary, she who had once been the Princess of Wales. She was once called the prettiest Princess in Christendom now she was a mere lady.
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Henry was happy that they had finally started their trip to France. He had to spend most of his time with dear Jane for she was to become his wife, but he always watched Anne from afar, and sometimes he could feel her eyes on him. He couldn't wait for them to be alone, far away from curious eyes. He wanted to ask her in France to become his Maitresse-en-title. If she accepts he would be the happiest man alive.